EYES PEERED OUT FROM THE GORSE BUSHES: NEW FOREST NATIONAL PARK
We drove along the heath in our yellow tour bus on our shore excursion last July 13 when I saw more and more low, green bushes hugging the ground. They mounded themselves up into fanciful shapes until it looked as if a human might be hiding there. Eyes peered out. It gave me a start until I saw a wild pony get up and hurry away. In other places it was a foal or a cow, but still the effect was the same. The road was windy and twisty on this gray day. Trees formed tunnels over the ground as we went around the bend, never knowing what we would see on the other side. We passed through villages as old as the Middle Ages with thatch-roofed cottages where it seemed only the ghosts of those long past must reside.
We drove along the heath in our yellow tour bus on our shore excursion last July 13 when I saw more and more low, green bushes hugging the ground. They mounded themselves up into fanciful shapes until it looked as if a human might be hiding there. Eyes peered out. It gave me a start until I saw a wild pony get up and hurry away. In other places it was a foal or a cow, but still the effect was the same. The road was windy and twisty on this gray day. Trees formed tunnels over the ground as we went around the bend, never knowing what we would see on the other side. We passed through villages as old as the Middle Ages with thatch-roofed cottages where it seemed only the ghosts of those long past must reside.